Middle of the Night Weirdness

333 is what my clock said.

Or....3:33 AM.

This is the time I just "woke" up from a dead sleep this morning. I was lying in bed, small son tucked in next to me, and then I heard this strange, faint music. The first thing that came to mind was "my dad was playing with the kids toys again", but then I realized I had gotten rid of most of the ones he used to turn on in the middle of the night when Small Son was a baby.

A small explanation of what I am talking about is in order I suppose. After my dad died, when Small Son was a baby, the electronic toys would go off, at random in the middle of the night. I knew, without a doubt, it was my mischievous father playing with them. I would listen until I couldn't take it anymore, then I would quietly say, "Enough Daddy" and the music would stop, every time. I knew it was him, and it doesn't really matter to me what you do or don't believe, I know in my soul my dad hangs around me, even to this day.

So I got up, used the restroom and looked out the window. Every star was out, clear and bright. The moon, though hidden behind some clouds, looked like a "blue moon". I know a "blue moon" is an event, a once in a while thing, but that's what it looked like looking out my window tonight.

I got up and checked both kids, they were fine. Still couldn't figure out the music, it was so brief, so faint, but I was sure I heard it.

It always trips me out when I wake up like this. Like, I need to get out of bed now, for some reason. So I came down stairs, turned on the fireplace, and the TV. It's on an infomercial for the "rug doctor", which I can have by god only knows how many "easy" payments of $29.99.

Still couldn't figure out the music, then I thought about my cell phone in my purse. I went and looked, and sure enough, "new voice mail." Except there was no new voice mail, no missed call. I'm sure it was my dad, playing with my phone. Nuff said.

I went through all the voice mails on my phone and deleted them, and there was nothing new on there. (I'm terrible about clearing voice mail off my cell, I can never remember the password).

So here I sit, awake, exhausted, slightly weirded out with a small "Elmo" doll staring at me. What to Do? Probably go back to bed, in a bit. Right now, like the eternal night soul that I am, I am enjoying the quiet of the night with some inspirational tunes, (turned off the blasted infomercial filled TV) and am feeling that maybe, just maybe I needed to wake up for a bit before returning to slumberland.

Peace,

OC